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Sean McDonnell

The Night-Mare Project: Sean McDonnell

The first time the Old Hag visited, it was early morning, but light out. Maybe 6am? 7? I heard a radio, I can't recall what was playing, but it was talking and not music. I immediately knew, somehow, that this radio was blocks aways from my place, but I could hear it like it played from the next room.   I felt the presence of someone in the room with me.  Sean_11 I managed to open my eyes just a crack; my body was paralyzed. I didn't see anything in the room with me, but I remember thinking "Well, looks like I'm being abducted." As if it was only a matter of time.   When it first started, it felt like I was sinking into the bed. Melting. That feeling is something that I recognize now, and I can stop it from happening before I fall too deep into it. Before the Old Hag can come get me.  

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